Well, he's on his way. I've never had someone actually fly in to meet me for a date before (unless you count the Pilot, but that was his job. The flying, not the dates. He did that of his own volition). It's rather flattering and very exciting, though it does put one under a little pressure. What to do with him for the weekend? Obviously we're both very funny, clever, good-looking and like-minded individuals... on our blogs. What if he turns out to be a complete arsehole? Worse again, what if he doesn't but thinks that I'm a complete arsehole? "Just be your normal self" counseled GingerBeard. "It's bound to work sometime".
